Sharon pushes open the door marked 'Mr Nzama'-he is writing on a 'old-fashioned' style blackboard,she is much perturbed to see a crook handled cane on...a hook beside it-Mr Nzama's class made up of both male and female pupils about 5 years younger than herself-with all the males at one side of the class and another at the other side-Mr Nzama turns round-he is young and handsome,about 30,with powerful arms-the muscles bulging under his tight white shirt 'ah!Miss Montgomery!you have finally graced. You heard what upstairs?” “I heard you playing with my dildo and moaning my husband’s name.” Now all color drained from her face. “I can explain,” she stammered, a little louder than I wanted. “I hope you can, and please keep your voice down. I don’t want Jeff to hear what we are saying, do you?” “No,” she sighed. “I’m so embarrassed. I was using your vibrator, but it isn’t what you think. It’s just that my parent’s rules are so strict, and I have no privacy at their house, so I have no. After movie I told my friends that we are going to meet a friend of mine and we left to my friends place. It was around 7pm. I have a close friend who he stays with his gf. And they are quite jolly guys. Happen that they plan to booze since I don’t. I told them to get me cig. We where having good time. And I told them ill cook.As I was busy in kitchen. Sammi and my friend and his gf were having there sip n chatting!! And dinner was almost ready. I called Sammi in to taste. She said “its diff. ’I showed my wife and two daughters how it worked, that was my mistake! After that the grass stopped growing and I never got a chance to ride it. However I still had to maintain it. It used a lot of gas and I had to add a little oil every now and then too. I quickly put an engine hour meter on it so that I could tell how long it had been run.Every day when I came home from work there was at least an hour or more of time added to the hour meter. Not one of my women would admit to using it but.